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Bottom Feeder
Jungle/Drum'n'bass
Bottom Feeder was released on July 30, 2026 by Saint Sleep as a part of the album Aquarium for Giants
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Release DateJuly 30, 2026
LabelSaint Sleep
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM166

Lyrics

One life to live, imma waste it
One dream to chase, imma end it
One life to live, imma waste it
One dream to chase, imma end it
Everyday I am not getting closer (one life to live, imma waste it)
To the pain I am not getting over (one dream to chase, imma end it)
Blood leaking from the weight on her shoulders (one life to live)
Test fate, you cannot control her (one dream to chase)
There's a field of rotting cages
Where a man says he cant explain it
Can't communicate with sticks in his skin
This is the type of love you can't fix
This love is laced with plastic
What can I do to have it?
In the sunlight
It is tragic
I'm a narcissist
Hiding in the fabric
And it's not right
It is my fault
Just blow my face off with a sawed off
Don't touch me
You can't trust the view
Hindsight is everything when I think of you
Pry it out of me
In my rib cage
Blood gushing from the seal of the window pane
It's a new day
It's a new pain
Complex has me chained like a damn slave
Do you know who you are when you can't pray?
Do you know what you do when you run away?
You can change that tone in a heartbeat
You don't have to LARP as a harpy
Using people to fill your void
I am more than just your toy
Everyday I am not getting closer (one life to live, imma waste it)
To the pain I am not getting over (one dream to chase, imma end it)
Blood leaking from the weight on her shoulders (one life to live)
Test fate, you cannot control her (one dream to chase)
Clock tick and I'm getting older
Days long and they getting shorter
Parents old and their wrinkles stronger
Not much time left, better waste it
Got many words that I can't say
No patience know I can't wait
Do dumb things that I don't get
Been a waste of breath since you talked to me
Walk with me, I stare at screens that bother me
Worth copper, born bottom feeder
I let out screams I pick at scabs until it soothes me
Pain first, pleasure second, destined for a landfill
Hate the way that my hands feel
At a standstill and I won't budge
Cup filled with that black sludge
Half empty, drink because I can't stop
Pissed off, but I wonder why
Know it hurts but I love to lie
Told you once, told you twice, reminders left a thousand times
Can't smile without feeling guilt
Red ink in a paper mill
Built up just to fall apart
My self esteem made of Jenga bricks
My arms tied with puppet strings
They tighten up everytime I sing
"Dance for me, you won't feel a thing"
This stage is mine I'm frightened
I'm all alone till the curtain fall
Stay frozen till the spotlight brighten
Written by: DEADCITIZEN, Stef M, Tim K
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